"Third Young Master..."
Wen Yiming greeted him with a smile, looking surprised, "If I remember correctly, isn't today Fu's annual meeting? I was planning to finish up the banquet at noon and rush to attend Fu's evening banquet. Or did I get it wrong?"
"Uncle Wen, Fu's annual meeting has been rescheduled to tomorrow. Didn't you receive the invitation?"
Fu Mingyu smiled and shook Wen Yiming's hand, noticing a brief flicker of panic in the other's eyes, his smile deepened.
Old Madam Wen's birthday is celebrated according to the lunar calendar, and every year her birthday falls in January.
This year, it was unexpectedly changed to the end of the year, coinciding with Fu's annual meeting on the same day. Fu Mingyu didn't believe it was a coincidence.
But even if it was truly just a coincidence, Fu Mingyu didn't want his predicted possibility to happen to Wen Nuan.
